Dying Inside

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I seem happy, right? You see no cuts on my wrists. Only the smile on my lips. You hear me, you see me smile. But did you take time to look in my eyes? Did you see the emptiness, the darkness? Did you check my hips? Darling if you only opened you eyes, you could see that I was dying inside.

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